A light-colored patched wild dog walked towards the Legio border. Cyprian’s easy-going trot quickly turned into a languid pace as the familiar sights and scents triggered a flood of memories, both good and bad. It were the most painful ones, however, that insisted on lingering in his thoughts and it took some effort to focus on his current task. It all looked peaceful around him, nothing like the stories of long and violent bloodshed that had reached his ears over time. He had been deeply wounded by the death of his friend and chosen to forsaken all he had know just to avoid dealing with the loss of his head of House. A mistake, most certainly - and an ineffective one at that. When Rowe had told him of the pride’s re-forming, he found himself walking back home in an almost unconscious way and it was partly against his will that he found himself standing where he was now.
Cyprian stopped for an instant, as the faces of his friends and significant events pushed forward inside his head. His past self felt alien to him, too relaxed and easy-going when compared to the wild dog he had become and Cyprian would rather keep it that way.
“Lost in thought?” a yellow patched bird dropped rapidly from the skies and joined the wild dog in the ground. It was a rhetorical question as Cyprian’s trusted companion was well aware of the nature of the wild dog’s inner musings. The falcon raised his head to watch Cyprian’s eyes carefully before stretching one wing forward. “Someone’s coming.” The falcon took to the air at once and flew to a high altitude where he remained, making wide circles above Cyprian’s head. The bird’s claws flexed tensely. Even if they were already entering the pride’s lands, Rowe was always prepared to defend the patched wild dog against any kind of dodgy characters.
Cyprian eyed the falcon blankly before finally nodding as he resumed his walk, moving slowly towards the shape in the distance.
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